Arin

Digging into the trunk once Radek clears out of the way, Arin is relieved to find his own clothes. The feeling fades as he catches sight of a red stain on the dusty browns, his stomach turning as the ozone smell of pulse-fire fills his nose, images of bodies flashing before his eyes--don't think about it. You have to get back. Just get back and everything will be okay. Feeling covered again does bring some comfort, even under the circumstances.

Checking to make sure his goggles are in working order as he finishes dressing, Arin turns back to the others gathered around the parchments. His brow furrows in puzzlement as he catches some of the same unfamiliar words from before repeated--this time, from the context, he gets the impression they're place names. "I've never heard of Kamigawa or Ghirapur or Ravnica...what Lords' domains are they in?"